Winter, Sweet Winter . . .

Remember how pretty everything looks when the brown landscape is covered in a fresh coat of white?

Remember the first few feet of the fluffy white stuff, and how beautiful it made everything?

Remember how weeks of unrelenting blizzards, howling caldrons of madness, slowly and surely buried the house with hard packed drifts from 80 MPH winds?

How the snow level rose even above the high windows in the master bedroom?

How it was WAY above the windows in the spare bedroom?

How eventually it filled in the whole backside of the house to the roof level and started gobbling up the shed? Ahhh, winter, sweet winter . . . . good times . . . . I'm not complaining, mind you, with all the insulation burying the house you can heat the place with a candle and there is not a cozier nest on the island. My brother called me at work today and wanted a visual of what has been happening out here as all the island webcams are just showing zero visibility for the most part, so here you go Bro, the pics are for you!

Tonight after work I tunneled 10 feet down to uncover the shed door and get my snowshoes. Pure genius on my part - my motorcycle is trapped outside the shed, and my snowshoes were trapped inside the shed. The snowshoes will really help negotiate the 3 foot drifts in the driveway on the way to the car. It's an interesting dilemma - the house and yard are gradually disappearing, and with the ever-present ground blizzard, there is really nothing I can do about it. It is humbling, exciting, and challenging . . . off to bed for me, with the end of Daylight Savings the alarm will come early tomorrow.